He Knew The Things That Were And

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

Yea, And If Some God Shall Wreck Me In The Wine-dark Deep, Even So I Will Endure… For Already Have I Suffered Full Much, And Much Have I Toiled In Perils Of Waves And War. Let This Be Added To The Tale Of Those.

I Can't Even Say The Word 'titmouse' Without Giggling Like A Schoolgirl.

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.